i have nothing that's higher then any other part of me
for the joy and pain is one in the same when i think of how love
has abandon me, in the midst of my victory.
i thought that i had graduated, for i am still unable to determine the difference
of the elevation that took place between two primary points of my being. my mind and my
heart. this sudden and deep trouble which has brought this extreme misfortune, sorrow, and
disaster upon the shores of my life, shall not destroy me, but severely i shall bare the
wouind and the scare of my folly.
nevertheless, i shall release each breath of my being as a being who shall forever
believe in the sanctity of romance and love inspite of the scares she inflicts upon my weary
heart and troublesome mind.
truely i know that it was love and romance which begot my arrival into this life. thus, shall
i always imitate the renowness of the superiority and the greatness of love and the romance
OR SHALL THERE BE NONE?